Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United Kingdom and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Qualms to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Depeche Mode,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Bananas,
Brothers Johnson,
Bauhaus,
Yazoo,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
Scan 7,
Rotary Connection,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
the Slits,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
Tommy Roe,
Scrapy,
Con Funk Shun,
Piero Umiliani,
Darondo,
Deakin,
Crooked Eye,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
The Seeds,
Fear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Holt,
Chrome,
David Bowie,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
Gong,
Anakelly,
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five,
ABC,
Rosa Yemen,
Monks,
Erasure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oblivians,
Franke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.